Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2007 00:23:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Eric
Subject: Locked In II
Brad was on the lacrosse team. Doug knew that the guys on the team had a
thing for Doug, the ones with any sexual imagination at all. Even the
straight guys on the team, and of course most of them were straight, tended
to gravitate toward him. There was something about the way Brad carried
himself, the confidence he exuded through his 6'2" calmly muscular body.
It wasn't the steroid body, or the gym rat body. Brad had that rounded,
natural looking build. When he would lie back and rest his arm above his
head, his bicep would curl up and make a guy want to touch it with his hand
or his face.
Doug knew this and he was cool with it. He trusted Brad and knew that he
wouldn't give up his body to anyone on the team for a quick thrill. But he
also knew the same didn't hold true when Brad was at an away game, with
another team.
He went to Liberty that weekend. The team was good but no match for Brad's
team. After the game, or maybe even before it, Doug knew some lucky guy on
the Liberty team's life would change that weekend.
In the locker room, after the game, the teams showered together and horsed
around. Brad saw how he intimidated the guys on the other team that they
had just beat. It was cool with Brad. He was so uninterested in lording
his victory over them. He just thought it was cute that when he was naked
around them, and friendly, they almost acted smitten.
The guy who caught his eye was a blonde, Italian exchange student from
Naples. He had a thick head of hair, straight and layered down to the
bottom of his neck. He was build like an absolute brick shit house, about
5'9" and very strong and meaty. He had a nice smattering of blonde hair
across his chest and down his belly into a thick bush around a thick, heavy
dick. But what got Brad's attention were his legs. The guy must have done
a lot of squats, and had great genetics for that kind of thing. His butt
was round and big and firm. The blonde hair on his thighs was much thicker
than anywhere else. It spread across his body in a smooth layer of fine
white.
They eyed each other and stayed behind when the other guys had finished and
filed out of the locker room. They were intent on getting to the bars, so
they didn't pay any attention that not everyone left at the same time.
"Well, you got me on that last score. Got right past me, and I was sure I
would block you."
"It's cool man, the game's over now."
But it smarted Paulo, the Italian exchange student that this guy, taller
than him, darker than him, stronger too, longer and leaner, had shown that
kind of superiority on the field.
Brad had a towel around his waist and was still wet. He looked straight at
Paulo, looked at his body. He knew Paulo would smell that he was horny.
"What? What are you looking at?" Paulo asked. He was naked, reaching for
his underwear. He put them on because Brad staring at him, this guy who
had just beat him on the field, was staring right at him and he as was
getting a squeezing, tingly feeling in his balls. They needed some support
behind his underwear.
"I'm looking at your body. You are really beautiful." There was a pause.
Paulo started to breathe more heavily, and he felt awkward and excited.
"Paulo, will come over here now?" Brad said. "Will you come closer?"
"um, Ok" said Paulo and he came much closer.
Brad took off his towel. He just looked straight into Paulo's eyes and
said, "you lost the game today because we are better players."
"I... I know," said Paulo, but he lost his voice a little now. He was
ashamed and felt suddenly weak in all his stocky muscles. "I thought I
would block you."
Brad smiled, "nah, you knew you wouldn't be able to. It's cool. The
game's over now."
"Sorry, Brad, I'm getting a hard on." He felt more ashamed now.
"I know." Brad looked straight ahead. Paulo looked down. There was his
thick dick at full mast, totally 100% hard. He had lost to Brad again,
because Brad wasn't that hard yet. And Brad knew very clearly that Paulo
was losing control of his desires. He could see it in his eyes and feel in
on his breath. He waited and watched as Paulo's defenses crumbled one by
one. He stared down at Brad's large, stunning cock and looked back up at
Brad, and then back down. His knees literally started to wobble and his
thighs started shaking.
"What's wrong Paulo? You look like you are starting to drool from your
mouth."
Paulo swallowed and took a breath. He was embarrassed and overcome now.
He simply started to heave a little, like he was going to cry or something.
Brad put his hand lightly on Paulo's upper trap and with one finger lowered
him on to his knees.
[Part two coming soon]
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